Tuesday, June 29, 2010

I was so hoping it would die a quick and sudden death, like the racist bastard Byrd (spit). I digress.

Won't do a damn bit of good, either, except put the boot down harder on the necks of the proles, whether the idiots realize that this "reform" that's being pushed is nothing more than another tax on their production.

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Not that my readership amounts to more than three or four, but I thought I'd pass along a link from fellow blogger and irritated compatriot, DirtCrashr; a snippet from his thorough backhanding of the recent Commie party backslapping routine,

"Indeed most of the establishment audience was unabashedly rocking out to the militarism with fist-pounding vigor, including Will Smith and his scary wife Jada who's teeth were clenched in a bright, white, smile. Only Nathan Lane seemed bemused and clapped lightly in rhythm with the song - but that is his signature expression which has earned him so much on Broadway - The Great White Way. If they had shown the event in black-and-white rather than color I would have been even more closely reminded of 1930's Europe and the glittering who's-who that made up the inner-circle of fawning party-loyalists. Never has the counter-culture so perfectly reflected the desires and will of the elites, and never has a "protest" song begat so little protest - what would they be protesting against? "Their" play won two awards for best scenic and lighting design - should they throw it back? Such is Anarchy in the US today."

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

The march of technology

"...the laser is so high powered that shining it on fleshy parts will cause them to burst into flames..."

Pretty close to the original mark, if you ask me.

All for about $200.

I want one.

Not sure what I need it for, but it might find a good use in the near-future, should the fucking governments of the world keep futzing with fiat currencies and monetary exchanges, like they've been wont to do of late.

Of course, I'm sure the feds are going to take notice of this thing, and for all of the obvious reasons.

I'm also curious as to what that waiver that's mentioned actually says.

It's a Jeep thing,

...and I still don't understand, because I just HATE Jeeps, BUT...this ad deserves my most sincere props, as it's one of the best I've seen in years, from any company.

Aside from the gross QC issues and general lack of reliability that I've seen over the years with Jeeps, the new Grand Cherokee does look nice, and the ad certainly speaks to my sense of what America at least used to be, a nation of innovators and producers.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

By way of Billy Beck, I see that Slate has seen fit to hire, of all people, Eliot Spitzer, to preach to us proles about, get this, values and morals, to wit;

"Americans have lost their commitment to shared sacrifice..."

The simple fact that he has the sheer gall to announce such things to anyone else is bordering on the unbelievable. Besides, I don't give a shit about such "commitments," as it's being called, for "shared sacrifice." Keep me the fuck outta that, in every way. Don't even try to do me any favors, only later to tell me how much I owe everyone else.

How Slate manages to keep any sort of relevence with crap like this passing for news and commentary is equally unbelievable.

I recall looking at that distinctive, upright stance and level swing, so uncharacteristic of any left-handed power hitters, before or since, and his tall, lean frame; and commenting to my dad that his swing was less like a home-run hitter's and more like a run-producing lead-off hitter, driving the ball into the alleys. He agreed.

He then went on a tear of about a dozen years, redefining what a power hitter could be. I seriously thought he'd be able to keep up the pace he was setting by about age 30, eventually eclipsing all others for that vaunted spot along side the likes of Maris, Aaron and Ruth.

Then the trade to the Reds, along with the injuries.

Some time after the first hamstring injury, I thought Junior developed a serious attitude problem. Then more injuries. Less playing time. Worse attitude, it seemed. He was never the same after the trade to Cincinnati, and I'm pretty certain that he was doing a little bit of Judy-Boy, Prima Donna dancing for a while, injuries notwithstanding.

Still, he hit dingers well into the twilight of his career, if not on the same pace as before, and, as the article clearly articulated, was never mentioned in the same breath with the 'roid stars who were his contemporaries of the game. He managed to put himself into the top five on talent alone, and if we discount the cheater at the top of the career home run list, I'd say he's with good company.

I hope he can still love the game after struggling with regaining his form for so long.

Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Remember, the true believers of The Big O would probably be A-OK with rounding you up and throwing you into the Gulag, in their perfect Utopian, Orwellian, Minority Report wet dreams, simply because you dare take a stand against the Anointed One, and what he represents.